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Harry was not in a good mood. He had not recieved any letters from any of his friends all summer and aunt Petunia was as strict as ever. He was forced to do all the chores. After his relatives found out that he was not allowed to do magic outside school, they were no longer intimidated by him.

In addition to that, he was also having an internal battle of how to treat his friends when he actually finally meets them. He couldnt decide between giving them the cold shoulder or actually just shouting at them as soon as he got the chance.

'I thought that my friends actually did care about me after everything', thought Harry. The truth was, he hadn't recieved a single letter from either of his best friends, and the lack of communication was really getting to him. He had never felt more lonely and betrayed. "BOY!" "Yes uncle Vernon?" "There is a message for you". 'Did they finally send a message' Harry thought excitedly. He didnt let the excitement show as he went to pick up the parchment. As soon as he touched the parchment, he felt a tug under his navel.'A portkey'. In the moment a whirlwind of thoughts passed through his mind. Was he being led to a trap? He didnt have time to ponder because he had arrived at his destination. He immediately reached into his pocket to take out his wand but realized that it was missing. He looked around and saw that they were in the Great Hall at Hogwarts, only the difference was that there were no tables. Instead there were seats that you would find in a theatre. He also noticed that all of the students and some special guests were there as well. Judging by the various looks of shock, anger and fear on everyone's faces, it was needless to say they were as suprised as he was at being summoned here.

"SILENCE"

"I think that we are all wondering how we got here and I have the answer", said Dumbledore. "There is a parchment here that will answer all our questions. I will read it aloud and I want no interruptions"

Dear Wizards and witches,

You have all been portkeyed to Hogwarts for a reason. Before the founders died, they heard about a prophecy about how one day, people would shun those who said the truth only because they were too scared to accept it. The founders decided to activate an ancient magic. Hogwarts has been waiting for the prophecy to come true and it has. So now , Hogwarts will show you the complete truth and nothing else. Please take a seat so we can begin.

Take a seat and stay QUIET" shouted Dumbledore. Once everyone was seated and had stop talking, the wall behind the headmaster started to glow. The headmaster took a seat as well and sat down to watch. Lumos. WB logo shows. Lumos maxima. Lumos maxima. Uncle Vernon comes to check on Harry and sees that he's asleep. He leaves the room.

Harry gets back up. Lumos maxima. Lumos maxima. LUMOS MAXIMA. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban logo shows.

"Professor, isn't Underage magic banned?" asked a hufflepuff first year. "Yes it's not allowed, but lumos uses nearly an insignificant amount of magic, so it isn't detected by the ministry trace", replied Dumbledore.

Sorry for the changing fonts, I can't fix it at the moment.

INT. HARRY'S ROOM

SAME TIME

The light in the hallway SNAPS on, Harry's tent droops

once more and, seconds later, Harry's door eases open.

Uncle Vernon peers in and switches on the light. The

room is utterly SILENT. Slowly, he closes the door.

"Filthy, brainless muggles", spat Malfoy.

Many Slytherins and surprisingly even a few Ravenclaws nodded in agreement

"That will be 10 points from Slytherin, Mr Malfoy", reprimanded Professor McGonagall with a stern look, which Draco pointedly ignored.

The DOORBELL CHIMES and a shrill VOICE THUNDERS:

AUNT PETUNIA (O.S.)

Harry!

Harry!

Harry bounds down the stairs and into the front hall,

where his AUNT PETUNIA and cousin DUDLEY stand stiffly.

Petunia flicks a bit of fluff from Dudley's sweater,

glowers crossly at Harry, and jerks her head toward the

door.

AUNT PETUNIA

Well, go on. Open it.

Harry reaches for the knob when

BLAM!

Many people in the theatre jumped at this.

it BURSTS

OPEN, revealing a LARGE, WADDLING WOMAN (AUNT MARGE) and

a LARGE WADDLING BULLDOG (RIPPER).

Snickers were heard in the hall at the description of Harry's Aunt.

"I don't even want to understand how it's possible for someone to be that large", chuckled Seamus.

Uncle Vernon lurches

forward out of the teeming RAIN, an ENORMOUS SUITCASE in

hand, and drops it on Harry.

"Rude", Hermione huffed.

From the glare Miss Weasley and Amelia Bones were giving to the woman on the screen(a few of the guests who had also been summoned), it looked like they agreed.

AUNT PETUNIA

Marge! Welcome! How was the

train?

AUNT MARGE

Wretched. Ripper got sick.

AUNT PETUNIA

Ah. How... unfortunate.

AUNT MARGE

I would've left him with the

others, but he pines so when I'm

away. Don't you, darling?

"Who wouldn't want to be away from that monstrosity?", Ron questioned rhetorically causing those who heard him to snicker.

Aunt Marge puckers her lips at Ripper and leads him down

Many sounds of digust were made.

the hallway. Harry follows with Uncle Vernon.

HARRY

Uncle Vernon. I need you to sign

this form.

UNCLE VERNON

What is it?

"That was the hogsmeade form, wasn't it, Harry?" asked Hermione."Yes, yes it was". It seemed like Harry had forgotten about his anger at his friends.

HARRY

Nothing. Something for school...

Uncle Vernon eyes the PARCHMENT in Harry's hand

suspiciously.

"We need to teach you how to act, right Gred?" "Right you are Forge". Some people in the theatre laughed at the twins' antics.

UNCLE VERNON

Later perhaps. If you behave.

HARRY

I will if she does.

AUNT MARGE

(turning, eyeing Harry)

So. Still here, are you?

HARRY

Yes.

AUNT MARGE

Don't

say 'yes' in that ungrateful

tone.

"It wasn't even in an ungrateful tone" shouted Dean and many agreed with him.

Damn good of my brother to

keep you, if you ask me.

(to Vernon, Petunia)

It'd have been straight to an

orphanage if he'd been dumped on my doorstep.

The theatre was in an uproar after that comment. Leave the Harry Potter in an orphnage. Cruel.